There are a couple little things that have accumulated in my files, things that I wanted to mention on the blog here at UDoJ, but are short little things more amenable to being Tweeted at Twitter, really. I’m going to round some of them up and sort of make a grab bag for you.

First and foremost, Kate needs good head. She’s changed the look of her blog, which is really cool looking now. But she needs a header graphic. I’ve thought about doing it myself, but in all honesty, I’m afraid there will be too much ‘me’ in it, and not enough Kate.

Molly suggested holding a contest, to see who can come up with the most Kate-like header graphic. I’m kind of liking that idea, and maybe if she feels a little more at home, she’ll post more. (Knee high leather boots would help with that, just so y’know.) If there’s interest, maybe that’s just what we’ll do. Plus, giving Molly a peek above our garters is sure to get us a peek above hers. Well, that’s more like a long stare, actually…

Sad and alone in the gathering dark, mission successfully completed, her vision grew dim in the swirling dust. When she could no longer see the stars that she loved, and from whence she came, she succumbed to the bitter cold and her once magnificent eyes finally closed, never to reopen. Good night sweet Spirit, good night.

The space shuttle Discovery went up, it came down, it’s safe and sound. Going ’round the earth in circles seems kind of pointless to me, though. I’d much rather we work on a way to zip on over to 55 Cancri f, where a fifth planet has been found around the very sun-like star. It’s in the habitable zone, but about Neptune sized so it’s probably not much like Earth. It’s probably perfect for the Transgendered Purple Octopus Aliens, though. Y’all thought I was kidding about them, didn’t ya’?

The Flyboys are much improved over last year. They’re gonna kick some butt this year. Uncle Kev the sports machine is picking them for the cup. The Eagles, not so much. The Phils dudded. Other than the dreamboats on ice, it’s sucking to be a Philadephia sports fan these days. (I don’t follow basketball, and I despise the Eagles, but I feel for Uncle Kev. He had such high hopes for the birds this year.)

I have a somewhat different interpretation though, as posted in the comments:

Alien researcher #1 “See?”
Alien researcher #2 “No. I still don’t get it.”
Alien researcher #1 “They do it because it’s funny!”
Alien researcher #2 “But it’s not. We just wrecked some dude’s crop.”
Alien researcher #1 “Well, maybe we just didn’t do it right.”
Alien researcher #2 “I’m tellin’ ya, they do it to worship invisible people in the sky.”
Alien researcher #1 “You mean us? Nah, they’re not as dumb as you think they are.”
Alien researcher #2 “Are you kidding? Have you seen that guy they put in that big white house?”
Alien researcher #1 “Good point. Maybe we should just come back in a few thousand years.”
Alien researcher #2 “I don’t think we’ll need to bother.”

From whence came the art:

That image is from the UK Metro, and as a linking thumbnail for parody should qualify as fair use

If you’ve been paying close attention, you may have noticed a few changes ’round here.

Our time’s been a bit limited due to family stuff, and what time we’ve had available to spend blogging we’ve used in some behind-the-scenes stuff.

First, The Boy‘s been helping a personal friend set up her very first blog.

She’s still working on the aesthetics and getting set up for her comfort, but she’s started out with a pretty good best-friend-rant involving a 3000 mile road trip and hot motel sex. (OK, I’m lying about the motel sex just to trick you into going over, but do it anyway.) Please welcome Diana at Themyscira to the blogosphere.

Further down that same sidebar, you’ll note we’ve added RSS feeds for The World’s Greatest Astronomer, Dr. Phil Plait (IT’S PRONOUNCED TO RHYME WITH SKATE, IT’S NOT THAT FRAKKIN’ HARD!) over at BadAstronomy, and also for Sports Illustrated’s most improved NHL team, the Boys in Black and Orange, the Philadelphia Flyers. I love hockey, and if you don’t, you suck. Just so y’know.

[ETA – I’ve also been trying to add the RSS feed for SitPS, but each time I do my blog crashes – too may widgets maybe? – I’ll keep working on that, though. Fixed that!]

Moving on, I tweaked a few little things in the right side bar, and added the Creative Commons license. I’m trying to force myself to remember that just because it’s on the web and I like it does not mean it’s mine. I have occasionally maybe perhaps been somewhat loose with my own definition of “fair use”, and I’m trying to get on the wagon. I wouldn’t want my stuff ripped off, so I’m going to try to work with CC images for illustrating my posts, and do the best I can to remember to credit and link. You may have noticed that I’ve been trying to do that lately. You should too.

I think what’s going on is that he’s afraid all his friends will make fun of him, or he’ll get in trouble at UD for hanging out with a “homo girl”.

That’s just dumb. Did I already say that? Well, I’m saying it again.

First, I’m not a “homo girl”. I already said I wasn’t a lesbian. I kissed a girl. I did some other stuff. With a girl. So what? What is this, 1952? 1893? 1407? Am I gonna get burned at the stake now? It felt good, and I’m gonna do it again. Tonight. Twice.

And what if I WAS a lesbian? Or a bisexual? Maybe I like sleeping with Martians! Maybe I want to tell the whole world that I had sex with a Trans-gender Purple Octopus Alien from Mars! What the hell does that have to do with anything? It wasn’t rape, so piss off to anyone who doesn’t like it. The Trans-gender Purple Octopus Alien from Mars kinda liked it! He/She is coming over tomorrow and we’re gonna do it on the front lawn! With Kate! (I’m gonna introduce her to the joys of tentacle love. )